Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.